Where: Beijing
When: Spring
It was the first time for me to attend an employment meeting after I went to beijing. The meeting was held in Agriculture Exhibition Hall in the east of beijing.
I put on the best suit I had before I went out.
I looked clean.
I also looked confident.
I got on a bus with my resume.
I imagined what kinds of boss or recruitment people I would meet.
After I got off the bus, I found it was so crowded there.
I bought a ticket at 10 Yuan.
I entered the hall.
I stayed at the booth where there’s a company I was interested in.
I tried to talk to the people behind the desk. Surprisingly, they could not speak chinese. They spoke in Japanese. And one of them pointed at a signboard to let me have a look. I found it read “Japanese language needed” in chinese. I got embarrassed. I said sorry and wanted to leave. But I saw those Japanese bowed to me with smile. When I smiled back, they bowed again.
It made me in a good mood.
I continued walking in the hall and looking for the companies I would be interested in.
When I saw a recruitment agency company, I stayed. I wanted to register. I asked a young female staff to give me a form to fill. She glimpsed at me as if her eyeballs were all white. She reluctantly gave me a form with a whiplash on the desk. (I didn’t feel her attitude or behavior strange because almost all Han Chinese did in that way. What surprised me was those Japanese. Should people be that polite? I asked and also enjoyed.)
There’s some blank I was not certain whether I should fill, and I asked the woman.
She answered me by shouting like a thunderstorm full of hatred and despise, “How can we do if you don’t fill?!”
Her accent showed me that she was beijing native.
I gave the form back to her. She grabbed it and whiplash it to the pile of paper heavily. She hated non-beijing-native that much! (beijing natives sucked blood of non natives like parasites in china. But we, who supported their shameful lives, got hated so much by them the parasites.)
She looked like an active volcano of hatred.
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It shocked me that much.
I could not calm down. After I got back, I hadn’t been able to sleep well for days.
I asked myself repeatedly why my dear from-the-same-wombs treated me so rudely, so hatefully, while the dog-fathered inferior Japanese monsters treated me so politely. Why were the dear not dear? Why were the monsters not monsters? Why was the truth opposite to what han chinese have been telling? (I had been told that how bad Japanese were, and how good Chinese were before.)
